[Thanks to cousin Xiao Wang for his reward]

The word "industrial and commercial" was written on the car. As soon as the car door opened, a group of men in uniforms rushed down, which made Liu Qingshan very worried.

Could it be that the situation in town was going to happen again?

Going to be driven out again?

Liu Qingshan looked at the other vendors with concern, thinking to himself that if he really wanted to run away, he would definitely be able to run away, but these older uncles and aunts might not be able to run away. Especially those old grandparents carrying baskets and pushing twin-wheeled vehicles, aren’t they surely grabbing each one?

"Don't worry." The aunt selling vegetables next to her smiled, "They won't catch people."

"No one arrested?" Liu Qingshan puzzled.

"Yes, this is the era. This stall is legal. As long as it does not occupy transportation, it is fine. Especially for mountain people like you who dig mountain goods, don't worry. They dare not touch you."

Liu Qingshan felt a little relieved: "It doesn't matter to me. I run fast and have great strength. If they want to catch me, they may not be able to catch me."

The aunt smiled and said, "Look, you're so proud of it. Let's watch the show."

"What a good show?"

Liu Qingshan followed the aunt's gaze and saw that the group of people got off the car and immediately surrounded the yam seller opposite.

The person who bought the yam was confused and thought to himself, this yam is indeed a good thing. Even officials like to eat it, and so many people buy it at once.

However, after a closer look, it seems that something is wrong.

If you come to buy yam, you probably won’t be able to record it.

"Since all these things, you, come with us."

As soon as the head of the industry and commerce spoke, everyone was stunned.

What's going on? Is it illegal for the boss to sell yam?

"Leader, what does this mean?" asked the man selling yam with an innocent look on his face, "I'm not illegal."

"Yes, they are selling yams well, what's wrong with you?"

"Can these yams be fake?" Customers all helped the man selling yams speak.

"Haha, these days, most people have a better life and are law-abiding. You are idle and have nothing to do and have no income, so you will come out to find some trouble." The person who said this was an old man, who was old and brave, carrying a large bag of yam and looking at the people in the industrial and commercial department without any fear.

However, several people from the industrial and commercial departments were a little afraid of him. They were not afraid of him, but they were afraid that his blood pressure would rise after he knew the truth.

However, since you have come, you still have to do this business.

The head of the head stared at the man selling yam with a calm expression and said, "How much does this yam cost?"

"Two...what purchase price, I don't understand what you said. My yam is wild." The man almost let out a word, and there was panic in his expression.

"Wild? Do you really think we are blind, right?" The head scolded, then turned his head to the colleague next to him and said, "You guys, go search for his car. There are still a lot of yams on it, and there must be a purchase order."

"What car? I don't have a car, I just have this bag of yams. I dug my yams myself." The man panicked and reached out and wanted to hold the people walking towards his small truck.

But he was no match for several men alone. In just a few moves, he was clamped by the backhand and even the car keys on his body were taken away.

The head stared at the keys and asked coldly: "Isn't there no car? What is this?"

"This, is this the key I picked up?"

"Hmph, I still want to argue, when you cry later." The head gave the few people a look and they immediately dispersed.

The man had a last glimmer of luck in his heart, thinking that these people didn't know where his car was parked. As long as they couldn't find the car, these people couldn't do anything to him.

But strangely, the people from the industrial and commercial department quickly found a small truck with yam.

Several people worked together to move all the yam in the carriage and found the purchase order from the car.

When the head of the head looked at the purchase order, he was furious: "tmd, you sell artificial yam with a purchase price of two yuan as a wild yam. Is it true that the dog is ate it?"

"What? Artificially grown? Isn't this wild?" The old man who just satirized the industrial and commercial department suddenly shouted, "You turtle grandson, someone else sells yam for three yuan per pound. You sell it as a wild one for ten yuan. Bastard, I almost got cheated by you, and you will refund the money quickly."

As he said that, the old man threw the yam in his hand hard and hit the man's body. The force was not small at all. At first glance, he was an old man who often practiced Tai Chi.

"Bastard, refund the money, refund the money." Other customers also took the yam in their hands and shouted that the man would refund the money.

I'm really blind, and I can't tell that these yams are fake wild.

Everyone was angry, not only angering at the man who was cheating, but also angered at him for insulting his IQ!

Things have reached this point, and it is impossible for men to not refund the money.

However, even if he refunded all the money from the customers present, the nature of this disruption of market competition is too bad, so he should go to drink tea, but he still needs to go to drink tea.

Both the man and the yam were taken into the car.

Just when Liu Qingshan thought that even if the matter came to an end, he saw that the boss was walking towards him.

Mom, is this leader still suspected that my yam was fake?

Humph, as the saying goes, you are not afraid of being slanted by the shadow. If he dares to make trouble for me, he will take charge of him!

As he walked towards Liu Qingshan, he frowned and said, "Dad, what are you doing?"

Ha? When did I have such an old son?

This guy looks at least in his thirties. Why didn’t I know that I have such an old son?

Liu Qingshan was confused. Just when he didn't know whether to "hey" or "hey", the uncle next to him stood up and said, "What are you doing."

I'll go! Liu Qingshan couldn't laugh or cry. If the uncle slowed down half a beat, he would stand up and recognize his son.

However, I really didn't expect that this uncle who was selling vegetables early and late had an official son.

"You just sent me a WeChat message and told me to bring you two meals from the cafeteria. What are you doing? You won't go home to eat?" The head of the head had already walked up to the uncle and was a little angry. "Don't think that you can make random requests if you have made contributions in reporting. Let me tell you, if someone reported this kind of thing, it would be fine to send a certificate or a bonus, but you can't."

"Hey, why can't I do it? Did I report it wrong?" The uncle was unhappy when he heard that the certificate was gone, but the bonus was gone. "I don't care. You can do it. You can give me the money."

"Look at your promising prospects." The head looked up and down at the old father who was sweating heavily by Qiu Laohu's sunbathing, frowned and said, "Look at how you are all sunbathing. If you can't bear it, go home. Is there no food for you to eat?"

"Don't change the topic, report there is a prize, you have to give me the money." The uncle insisted on getting the money.

Yes, I don’t have much income to sell vegetables for a day, but reporting a person can get at least a few hundred yuan.

The head said, "There is no money? If I give you money, how do others think of me?"

"That's your business." The uncle said relentlessly, "You are my son at home, and you are the leader outside. If I report meritoriously, you must give me the money, otherwise I will go to your unit to go."

My father was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

You said that if someone else had to give the money, he would definitely give it to him. But this is his father. If he really gave the so-called bonus, then some people in the unit who had competitive relationships might be able to discredit him.

However, it is not easy for this old man. In order to prove that he has some skills, it is quite hard to get up early and go to bed late every day to sell vegetables.

After thinking about it, the head of the head looked around, then took off his leather shoes, turned on the insole, took out a fifty piece from it, and stuffed it into his dad's hand: "That's all. Don't tell my wife."

"That's all?" The uncle pinched the banknotes with his two fingers with disgust. "This smell is so big, no, this is not enough."

“That’s all anyway.”

"No, I promised to pay 200 yuan." The uncle stared at his son with his eyes and said in a low voice, "If you don't give me 200 yuan, I will tell your wife, you can hide the money in your shoes."

"You are so greedy." The head of the head was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He had to take out a hundred-dollar bill from another shoe, and then gave all the fifty dollars of cigarettes his wife gave this morning to his father from his wallet.

Now, he really became the commander of the bare hands.

With the money, the uncle was also happy, and then patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder and smiled: "Did you see? I have money. At noon today, I'll invite you to eat noodles."
Chapter completed!